A letter from December 3rd, 2019

Dear Holman, It’s the end of 2019, almost. This has been kind of a disappointing year, right? I applied for a billion jobs and no one wanted me. I pissed off that girl at the American Conservation association or whatever it’s called, through my tomfoolery. I wonder if you’re reading this in the midst of a new job. A lot can happen in 5 years. I can’t see myself at Coral Desert for that much longer. But who knows. Being a PTA blows. This profession is going down the toilet. What was I thinking in 2012. Oh well. I’m curious how your birding is going. Right now, I’m sitting at 199 birds for 2019. I hope you’re still birding. You’re probably a master birder now. Maybe leading bird tours. That’d be a cool thing to do. Remember when you saw that Barn Owl a couple weeks ago and you teared up? Weirdo. Rivers is... 11 now? Holy crap. Can he use a toilet yet? Oh please say yes. Are your friends all still alive? Are you still mad at everyone? I’m writing this right after I deactivated Facebook and Instagram. I hate social media. Me and Emily might get flip phones. Welmp, bye buddy!